Forbidden Truth

Chapter 96

Chapter 96
I gasped and shot straight up. She flashed across my eyes. Soaking wet and entranced by whatever had been whispered to her by things I couldn't hear. Thunder cracked outside, lighting up the bedroom as rain pounded against the window. My heart raced. Parrish moved beside me. "What's wrong?" He asked sleepily as he sat up. My heart was pounding and the sound kept echoing in my head. Like is was never ending. "You didn't hear that?" I asked brethless and turned to him. He shook his head looking concerned. My breath caught. "Lydia screamed."
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I threw open the door. Derek turned around alarmed. His eyes bore into me. Deja vú was written all over his face. He looked like he half expected me to scream or maybe attack him. As I walked down the steps and into the loft I caught a faint scent that confined what I had suspected.
"Eva." He said with a sigh. Relief waged off of him. So he had expected me to do sow thing drastic. "Decided to take a shower with your clothes on?" He question as he looked me over. He knew exactly why I was here and he knew what I was going to say and he didn't want to hear it. However, he had a point. For whatever reason I had ran here instead of taking the time to look for my keys. So I was soaking wet considering that it was still poring the rain.
"Lydia was here. She screamed for you." I got straight to the point. I was tired and wet and I just wanted to go back to the apartment and have a hot shower; but in the end I cared about Derek more than I wanted anything. He sighed. He couldn't hide his body language or his emotions. He knew I could read him better than anyone ever could. I could feel it. He was scared. And that scared me. I can't remember the last time Derek was scared of anything. Not the alphas, not the Nogitsune, not the dead pool. The only thing that he had been scared of before was for my life. But he was human now. He hated weapons. All his life he had been his own weapon. He had been able to protect himself with that. Derek didn't know how to handle himself now.
"What are you doing here, Eva?" He sounded tired, defeated. I narrowed my eyes at him just a bit. He had accepted it. He wanted to be defeated. "You've protected me for years. Now it's my turn to return the favor." I said rigidly. His shoulders sagged a bit. He turned around and walked away. "I can take care of myself. And in if I couldn't, Braeden can do just fine." His voice was strained just a bit. He didn't want to admit that he couldn't completely take care of himself anymore; but he also knew lying to me was pointless. "You're forgetting that I can protect you from something that she never could." I told him. He spun around. I had hit a nerve. In his eyes, Braeden was the perfect human. I could see that now. "And what's that?" He snapped. I wasn't angry. I understood. I was the one that left him. Now I was the one saying that his new girl was incapable of something. Don't get me wrong. Braeden is amazing. Even I can't deny that. But there's one thing that she could never save Derek from. One thing that only I am capable of protecting him from.
"Yourself." I whispered. That threw him off. "Lydia screamed for you. You know you may very well die-" He cut me off. "I will die. Banshees predict dead, Eva. I will die." He reminded me. I almost growled at him. "And you're okay with that. You want to be defeated. You're okay with dying. Will you even put up a fight?" I demanded. He didn't answer me. I huffed and shook my head.
"Lydia's predicted this before." I froze and stared into his eyes. "My name decoded the third part of the dead pool. That means not only Lydia, but her grandmother predicted my death. It will happen. I can't fight it." I just stared at him in disbelief. I shook my head at him confused. "What the hell happened to you? The Derek I knew was brave no matter what happened to him or the people around him. He would never accept death." I reminded him. He was a coward. "I can't fight this. I am going to die. Two banshees predicted this. No one can fight that. That's just how it is." I clenched my jaw. No, he wasn't the same. He's different. "Since when have we let other people tell us how our life's are going to go?" I turned and left.